Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 04:20:47 EDT From: Kevroc54321@aol.com Subject: The Education of Joshua, Part Seven THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA Part Seven This story may contain portrayals of intimate acts between and adult and a minor. If per the statutes and laws in your area this is not legal, or if you are in disagreement with this type of story and do NOT want to read this kind of literature, leave this site and story now. The names, places, and story are ficticious. Joshua was probably about 15 or so at the time of these incidents. He had been my favorite kid for a long time, for many reasons. For those of you unfamiliar with the idea of boylove, it quite emphatically is not just about wanting to get into a boy's pants. In fact, there is a great deal to the real demeanor of being a boylover. While I must admit that boys do indeed roust up robust sexual feelings and intentions, it is not always about that. Every time I see a young cute boy playing baseball, or pushing a shopping cart in the mall, I do not instantly go, "God! He is hot. I want to F&%$ him!" Mostly, I personally love to watch boys. They have as far as I am concerned, some of the cutest actions, reactions, and antics in the world! And by golly, Josh was NO exception. This boy wasn't overly handsome, or muscular, or tall, or dashing, or any one thing. He was that elusive and enigmatic combination of many striking qualities. He was slender, but athletic. He was quiet, but loved to laugh. He was smart, but could play dumb with the best of them. He was aloof, yet undeniably the best hugger in the entire world. He was at times expressionless, and at others he would shine that famous Joshy smile with his deep sky-blue eyes twinkling and make me forget ALL that I was thinking 1/2 second before. And he was as outgoing at times as any boy I have ever known, yet fortunately for me he could keep a secret. This particular time, I found out something about boylove that perhaps I did not know, or at least hadn't come to terms with. It was just after Christmas, and I had a few more days off until I had to be back at the work grind. It was nearly a week off, and here I was coming down with the flu from hell. I wasn't throwing up or anything, I was just dizzy, ran a consistent fever, and was just about the most un-energetic person in the world. In fact, if I got off the couch to get the newspaper I felt that I had really accomplished a feat! Knock knock knock...... "Who is is?" I inquired. "Me!" said Josh thru the door. It was a bit windy outside, and cloudy, and although not rainy it surely wasn't far off, either. A pretty miserable day. "Oh, ok. Come on in...." "Hi Michael. Ohhh! You look horrible!" Josh said, observing the obvious. "Well, I probably feel a little worse than that," I replied. "You probably shouldn't stay around too long, I wouldn't want you to get whatever in the heck this is." Josh noticed the paper plate on my coffee table with a half a piece of toast with jelly on it. It was 11:30a. "I hope you didn't only have half a piece of toast," Josh admonished. "No, I had a piece and a half," I sniffed. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked. "I don't know, I feel like dog doo doo..." I whined. "Yuck! Well, you feel like it, you look like it, and well, you kinda smell like it, too," he chortled, trying to get a rise out of me. "Well, there you go, Dog Doo Doo a la Michael," I chimed in weakly. Josh busted up on that one, but I could only admire my humor. It would have taken too much energy to laugh. "I'm gonna go ask my mom what you should do, I'll be right back..." and Josh gave me a quick peck on the top of the head, and was off out the front door. I was still sorta deciphering his parting statement when he arrived back in the house, walking right in. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't knock because I figured you knew who it was." Hell, I didn't even know what a table was. "Mom said you should eat some chicken soup, clean up, take some aspirin, and go to bed," Josh announced. My lips began to try to form some words probably not totally in sync with what Josh was trying to do, and so he just stepped over to me and said, "Damn, Michael. You are screwed up!" I nodded. Finally someone who understood! "Hey, I will take care of you. You got any chicken soup?" I think I was still shrugging my shoulders in uncertainty to the question when I heard the can opener running, and a pot banging its way onto the stove. Magic! There was a blonde angel boy offering me soup! He helped me with the first few spoonfuls until I got the idea that it was time to EAT the soup, and then autopilot took over. YYYuuuummmmmm........ this was pretty good! The next thing I know I was done eating my soup and I was being aided in standing up, and being pushed toward the bedroom. I lay back onto the bed, and nimble hands undid buttons, tugged at clothes, and before I knew it I was naked as a jaybird. Somewhere, far off in the distance, I could hear a waterfall........ "Come on, Michael, you gotta take a shower. Mom said." Well, at least someone was in charge of this expedition! The warm water felt good and intrusive at the same time. Funny, it seemed like there was an extra set of hands washing EVERYthing on my body, soap, rinse, soap, rinse. Wash hair. Rinse. Water off. Same extra hands toweling me off, hair dry, body dry, underwear on. "Here, I couldn't find any aspirin, so I got the Motrin stuff. Adult dosage is 2 x 200mg, here swallow," and the Magic Hands of the Year presented me with 2 IB's and a glass of milk. I swallowed, and the milk glass went away. "Ok, now to bed." Hell, that was OK with me! This was tiring! I slept like a rock, and when I awakened, I had a cold compress on my head. Hey, I even noticed that! The room temp felt fine, there was a glass of ice water by my bed, and a bowl of water. "Hey, you're awake. Cool!" Josh imparted. "Man, you slept a long time. Like about 13 hours or something" "Huh?" "Well, I put you to bed last night about 9:30p, and it is almost 11a now," Josh said. Josh moved over and removed the cold compress from my forehead, rinsed it in the bowl, and placed it on my head. OOHHHH! It felt soooooo good! I started to doze off, sure that I had somehow despite my life achieve Nirvana. "Uh uh, no way. Mom says you gotta eat first. Here," and with that I was present with a glass of pear juice and two pieces of toast, butter only." The pear juice was non-acidic and tasted great, and the toast was warm and salty and also tasted like something I had been somehow craving. Fantastic! I made it nearly through both pieces of toast before I dozed off. Vague images of having cold rags applied to my forehead. Occasional drinks of cool water. Blankets pulled up to my chin. Someone taking me to the bathroom, helping me with my equipment and aiming it at the toilet for me. Back to bed. Soup. Sleep. Warm shoewer, scrubbing, dry. Lights out. Morning................. A long, deep sigh. I opened my eyelids to a mid-morning sun peaking from behind winter clouds. At the end of my bed Josh was seated in a chair, slumped over with his head resting on his crossed arms on the foot of my bed. He stirred slightly as I moved my feet. "Oh.........oh! Michael! how are you doing?" he very, very sleepily inquired. "I am doing better, I think," I responded. I was most definitely not back to 100%, but at least I was coherent. Man! I had been out of it! Josh laid his head back down. This boy was trashed tired. I began to get images of this blonde angel boy bringing me this, taking me there, tucking me in, washing me, drying me, even feeding me. Josh had been watching over me hand and foot! My god! How long had it been? "Joshy, how many days have I been out of it?" "Two. This is day number three," he groggily replied. I was astonished, dumbfounded, and nearly on the verge of tears. "Aw, Joshy, you are wasted! You didn't have to. You really beat yourself up!" "Nah, not so bad. Little sleep and I'll be ok. Besides, who else was gonna do it?" he defended. I took him out to the couch, turned the t.v. on low on the cartoon channel, and laid Josh on top of me, face down. His head rested on my chest, my arms around him, and I fell asleep again. We both awoke at about 4 o'clock to a knocking at the door. We'd slept another 5 hours. Josh looked better, the bags under his eyes nearly gone. "Who is it?" I half yelled. "Is Josh in there?" It was Chris, Josh's brother. "Nah, he took my car and drove to San Francisco," I teased. Chris opened the door laughing, "He did NOT," still laughing. "Mom wanted me to tell you dinner is ready," Chris continued. "Hi Michael. How are you feeling?" "Night of the Living Dead," I said, "actually quite a bit better, thanks to Josh." Josh must've ate and done his chores in record time, as he was back in about 45 minutes. "How ya doing?" he asked. "Josh, if it hadn't been for you I think I would still me a heck of a lot sicker." He smiled. "I am serious, Josh, thank you EVER so much. You are such a nice kid, AND my bestest buddy in the whole world!" He laughed at that, and moved in closer for his much deserved backlog of hugs. We didn't even talk much, just watched some Elijah Wood movie on t.v. and let the evening hours wander by. "You gotta get home?" I asked. Josh shook his head no, "uh uh, mom said I could stay one more night over here to take care of you." "What?! You stayed over here every night while I was down?" He nodded. "Damn, Josh!" I hugged him tighter, "I owe you big time." "You owe me plenty," he laughed. We stayed up a little while longer, and he said, "Can I sleep with you?" "What? Where have you BEEN sleeping?" "Well, in the chair next to you so I could keep your cold compress fresh to help break your fever. When I got too tired I just put him arms on the bed and dozed off." "Geeze! Of COURSE you can sleep with me. I wouldn't have it any other way. Come here!" and I hugged him about 1,112 times more. We shucked off our clothes except for undies and off to bed. Josh made sure I was in and under the covers, and he turned the light out. There was a rustling of covers, and he showed up at the foot of the bed, slinking under the covers, running his hands up my thighs. He kissed the inside of my thighs, while his hand continued their way up and past my awakening manhood, kissing all the while farther north. His hands found their way back down to my awaiting shaft at the same time his nuzzling nose found its way to the underside of my balls. I bucked bigtime. A wetted finger found its way back around to my butthole, while his other hand gently massaged my tender testes. He licked up the length of my shaft to the top, licking that around like a lollipop or ice cream. At the same time he entered my rear with his finger, he let his warm succulent mouth descend on my dick. With each ascending and descending stroke, he massaged my prostate with his finger, matching tempo. This was not only the absolute best b/j ever ever ever, I signaled I was coming, and he didn't let up, at all. He willingly took all my squirt, apparently swallowing all. The orgasm was intense, very intense. He smiled at me, knowingly. He gently pulled my legs up over his shoulders, and pressed his hardened member against my shorts. OFF came the shorts, and he pressed in gently but firmly. He made sure he hit my magic spot each time, until he could tell I was getting close. He began pumping strongly, watching my every expression. I was just about to cum, and he slowed, leaned over a bit and said, "For you, Michael, for you" and with that he came deeply inside of me, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. He pressed his body against mine and drove in a few more strokes and I came on us both, hard. He reached over and took a warm washrag off the night stand, and wiped us both off. He smiled, and laid back down beside me, his leg draped over me. "Sleep well," he told me. "You too, babe," I returned. He looked up at me and smiled, "Did I do you good?" "No Joshy, you did great, the best, the most wonderful ever, AND you totally took care of me when I was down. That is SO COOL I cannot even begin to tell you how much it means," I said. "Well, I gotta take of you, too, right?" "Right." "Cool," he quietly said, put his head down next to my shoulder, giving me a long, warm, soft kiss there. I kissed him on the top of his head, "Joshy, you are beautiful." "Thanks," he said. "Yup." Within seconds he was breathing heavily, well on his way to a contented sleep. I kissed him again on top of his head, gently, and long, smelling the shampoo and boy odors deeply. "I love you SO much, Joshy." Dreamily, from a thousand miles off, he said, "Duh!" <<>> "I love you too, Michael." <<>> I don't remember if I dreamt or not, but hey, would there have been a difference? ***************** Hope you enjoyed the story. Input welcome, email me at jediplight@aol.com.